【Conquering a Newlywed Woman (Personal Memoir)】(3)

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Sure enough, women are the best actors. I clearly noticed that she was asleep at night, and

when she woke up, she looked so sleepy. She was really good at it. She made me think that I had successfully ambush her, but I didn't

expect that she was just pretending to be asleep. I could only pretend to be very indignant and ask her, "Did that disgusting boss feel good touching you?"

She suddenly giggled and asked me if I was jealous. I wanted to refute her, but after typing it, I changed my

mind and deleted it. I immediately replied to her, "I am indeed jealous. I'm going to beat up that boss."

There was an undisguised smugness in her tone. I found it funny to look at the woman on the other side of the computer. I continued

to ask , "What's that boss like? Is he very handsome, so you didn't resist?" I really wanted to know her

opinion of me. I felt very nervous at that time. I still remember that feeling of uncertainty when I didn't know the answer.

She first talked a lot of nonsense around the bush before saying, "That boss looks okay, but he

likes to pretend. He always has a sour face." I touched my face. Was this how I presented myself at work? She

continued , saying she hadn't expected her boss to secretly touch her. Last night, on her way home, she had nothing to say,

so she pretended to be asleep to avoid the awkwardness of being alone with someone she wasn't very familiar with. She was perfectly

awake ; when her boss parked the car, she was thinking about something, and his hand unexpectedly reached out. I

was getting excited and quickly typed a message asking her if it felt the same when a man touched her breasts as when she touched them herself.

She scratched her neck, stammering for a long time without answering. I thought, "This is promising!" I immediately unleashed my silver tongue—and my finger—

saying she must be horny, that her nipples must be hard from her boss's touch, and her vagina might even be wet. She

read my message, cursed me as a bastard, and then turned off the video. I laughed and logged off QQ, but a strange feeling

lingered inside. I was worried about my own behavior. I just wanted to have sex with her, not to have any feelings for her.

But after being together for so long, I realized my feelings for her went beyond mere lust. Like today, even

knowing felt a tiny bit of jealousy.

As I mentioned before, when she first touched herself, I said she didn't feel anything, and I suggested she might be

frigid. I was just making conversation then, but she took it

to heart, disrupting my plans—thankfully, it wasn't a bad thing. I suggested her husband touch her

breasts, and she told me that she didn't know why, but touching them herself or with her husband didn't feel very stimulating. She even found it boring after

her husband touched them a lot. I became even more certain that she was an extremely sensual woman, requiring a huge amount

of psychological and physical stimulation to achieve an orgasm—a woman with an inner allure that most men could

n't handle .

The company boss went all out. After signing the TV station contract, they even landed an advertisement with a major company. This

kept them incredibly busy. With me, the so-called deputy-level executive, practically everyone was doing the work. The general manager was

holed up in his office all day, doing who-knows-what, while I was running around constantly, exhausted. So I submitted a report

requesting that a few people from other, less busy departments come and help. The general manager, of course, didn't care, just told me to find people within

my own department. I was secretly pleased, but to avoid drawing attention, I

moved all nine people from her department to the sales department. Then, waving the general manager's banner (my general manager owns shares in the company, so

her prestige is unmatched by other department general managers), I delegated all the work to these people. To further

conceal our activities, I often took her and another man to work on-site. That night on QQ, she would often

complain that the boss had gone crazy lately, making her legs ache from running around. I had her put her feet on the table wearing stockings

so I could see them. Soon, those long legs I'd been dreaming of appeared in the camera's view. I was rock hard

. I told her to touch her thighs so I wouldn't have to read her novels. She thought it

was a good , so her hand slid smoothly from her thighs down to her toes, and then back to her groin. I

almost got a nosebleed watching her. The only downside was that she didn't make a sound. I made her moan a few times, and she giggled

, then made some fake "uh-huh" sounds. The sound was so fake that I lost all interest

. I asked her, "Last time you moaned like that, your husband came?" She paused, sighed, and said, "Yes." I

told her, "That's because you're too fake. Your husband is 27. If you were

more , he wouldn't waste his time masturbating." She said, quite disgruntled, "I didn't even know my husband back then.

Besides, he always let me take pictures and wear sexy lingerie." I said that masturbation is addictive, and I

figured he probably still masturbates a lot when he's not home. She fell silent after I said that, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. I

secretly blamed myself for saying the wrong thing, making myself sound like her and her husband's therapist. Just as I was regretting it,

her next sentence sent me into a frenzy. She said, "Then teach me how to be more sexy in bed, how to

moan, so her husband won't like masturbating anymore." I suppressed my excitement and said, "You haven't even

confirmed , why are you in such a hurry?" She said somewhat dejectedly, "Last time I asked her to touch herself, she didn't

react. She thinks she's frigid, and her husband must find sex boring because she actually caught

him masturbating in the bathroom."

I yelled at the computer. My wife pushed open the door and asked what was wrong. I jumped and immediately said, "I got

a top-notch one!" My wife scoffed and left, telling me before she left that her period was over. My heart sank,

but I looked happy. Oh no, I'm about to have my dues. Luckily, I didn't ejaculate while masturbating. By this time, she was getting impatient

on the other end . Because I was wearing earphones, I couldn't hear anything I missed. After putting

my earphones back in, I could hear her asking, somewhat angrily, whether I would help her or not. I calmed down and replied, "You

can just learn from AVs, why do I have to tell you?" She said that AVs were all too fake, obviously

staged, and she didn't know what step or level she needed to reach to give a man the greatest stimulation. So I told her

to try moaning first, and she started making fake "ah ah" sounds again. I immediately told her to stop, and

bluntly told her that if all the prostitutes moaned like that, they wouldn't need to open any shops. She

started cursing at me again, for comparing herself to prostitutes. I cursed her back in my heart, thinking she wasn't much better than those prostitutes.

I asked her to try touching her own breasts and then make deep breathing sounds. She did as I asked, but

burst out laughing after only a few touches, leaving me speechless. Not giving up, I asked her to touch her clitoris directly, but she hesitated, though I could

see her lower body clenching and relaxing there, and her breathing became much heavier. I was actually quite excited,

but I could only grit my teeth and say she was still too fake. She panicked and said that her reaction was genuine. I laughed, but still said

her technique wasn't good enough, and then asked her again if she didn't feel anything when her boss touched her. She paused, and just

when I thought her computer had crashed, she whispered, "It feels different from touching it myself." I hadn't expected

this, and my hands trembled as I typed: "Have that boss massage you." Her voice

rose , asking if I didn't love her, and how I could encourage her to be sexually harassed by her boss. My mind went blank; I remembered I

had indeed said I loved her, which contradicted what I had just said. I quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "It's because I love you so much

that I don't want you to be a barren woman" (now I realize how cheesy I sound; it's

not easy to say sweet nothings, you need a strong enough mentality not to be disgusted by yourself).

I couldn't see her expression because of the mask, but I think she must have been moved by my empty words. Sigh,

women , why are they so easily swayed?

I was very serious—you can't tell from my typing, but my word choice was much more formal. I

played hard to get telling her not to let that leader get away with it, and to try touching her genitals to reach orgasm. She mustered her courage

and reached down. I could see her body trembling, as if she wanted to use her willpower to slam the object under the table

. After a while, she suddenly withdrew her hand, shaking her head and saying, "No, no,

it weird, so disgusting." I deliberately asked her, "It's disgusting to touch yourself, but exciting to touch yourself with a stranger?" She

just kept saying it was different, without explaining. However, her current state was more conducive to my grand plan. I

continued , "How about I come to your city to find you and help you?" She was clearly somewhat tempted, but this wasn't what I

wanted. Ever since I knew she didn't dislike me as her boss, I started revising my plan. I told her again

how much I loved her, that I would marry her, and that I would make her divorce her husband. This actually scared her away, and she started persuading me

not to come over, saying I could just help her on QQ. Damn woman, she's clearly having an emotional affair, yet she tries to act virtuous.

I could only "unhappily" suggest that she pretend to sleep with him again, letting him sexually assault her to

stimulate the cells in her body that control sexual desire. Actually, at this point, she had many opportunities to stop

things or prevent them from getting out of control. I don't know if it was because of the photos or other issues, but

things continued to move in the direction I wanted (after actually sleeping with her, she told me

a lot about her feelings at the time, which I won't go into here, or I'll save it for the end).

From that day on, through my subtle observations at work, I noticed a change in the way she looked at me. It

wasn't an overt flirtatious glance, but I often saw her stealing glances at me through the reflection in the glass.

However, I also rationally understood that it wasn't that she was attracted to this "boss," but rather that he had touched her inappropriately.

From a woman's illogical mind, she felt this man was closer to her than other men, making him

easier to accept—she told me all this later. At the time, I was quite smug, thinking I was some kind of handsome guy exuding

a domineering aura that attracted her. On QQ, I would directly ask her if she had tried to seduce the boss, and she would always say she

was too busy or that she didn't have feelings for him. I was furious and decided that I needed to take the initiative. I remembered reading

a novel that talked about how to create that ambiguous atmosphere in a relationship:

a man constantly shows affection to a woman, but without explicitly stating it. This way, the woman can't directly say "we're

not suitable " because you haven't made things clear, but she can't completely ignore your concern either.

I personally found this method from the novel quite effective; I won over my current wife using the same clingy

approach. So, I'm gearing up for a "leadership offensive" against her. Plus

, knowing her inner thoughts through QQ makes me more confident this time than with my previous wife.

From that day on, I'd casually show concern for her, readily offering

to do tiring or tedious tasks. The most shameless thing I did was to "embarrassedly" abruptly look away when she looked at me. Sure enough,

she took the bait. On QQ, she smugly told me that

her boss seemed interested in her. I pretended to be jealous and told her, "Then you should just go naked and

let him touch you." Every time she saw my reply, she asked if I was jealous, and of course, I'd "angrily"

reply n't. I also wonder, is a woman's vanity really that powerful? Can a man online liking her,

and a boss secretly in love with her in real life, really make a woman so infatuated? After we had sex one time,

I asked her about this. At first, she wouldn't say anything, but after I tickled her relentlessly, she blushed and said that she was

excited that a man was so interested in her, and that she always felt distant from the "me" on the internet

, while she could maintain her boundaries with her real-life boss, so she didn't feel like she would make a mistake or cheat. This kind of

emotional betrayal of her husband gave her more pleasure than masturbation. After hearing this, I cursed her fiercely, calling her a slut

and a whore, while my penis thrust forcefully into her wet little pussy.

After the "boss battle" began, I consciously created times when we were alone. For example, I would deliberately

not assign work, and around four o'clock in the afternoon, I would pretend to have forgotten and mention that a certain task or part of

something needed to be completed. So I would ask a few people to stay and work on it. I would always scold those who complained and make them

work, but when I turned to her, I would laugh and softly apologize. She would always

blush and say it was okay, then take a bunch of actually unimportant documents to file. Here's a side note: because I read a lot of

novels , I often saw scenes where the female protagonist was given aphrodisiacs to stimulate her libido. I actually

believed it! One rainy night, I specifically went to those small sex shops near the entrances to look for similar drugs. The owners

would lewdly introduce me to various brands of aphrodisiac pills and liquids. To test the effects, I

even found prostitutes to experiment on. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I directly told the prostitutes, "Take the drug,

I'll see the reaction." Several prostitutes immediately called me crazy and left; they were afraid my drugs contained narcotics.

After asking several women, finally an older one agreed to try. As you might have guessed, it didn't

work; in fact, it gave her diarrhea. I had to spend 500 yuan to learn my lesson. This kind of overtime work continued intermittently

until finally, my ideal time arrived. One time, we worked until 10 pm. Everyone else had left

, leaving just me, her, and a young man. He and she were working on the layout, and she must have made a mistake with

some data, because the layout was significantly off-center. The young man, being new to the company and still somewhat

untrained, saw that everything he'd worked on all night was wrong and immediately started yelling at her. She probably realized she was wrong

and didn't dare argue back. I hid in the office, eavesdropping for a while, secretly delighted. "

Brother, brother, you're helping me so much! I'll definitely put in a good word for you with the big boss" (provided I can actually get in

front of the big boss, hahaha). So, I suddenly felt a surge of energy, like a superhero, and went out to give that

guy a piece of my mind. He tried to argue, but I rambled on and on,

and he finally shut up. I waved him away, telling him to go back and reflect on his actions. Later, when it was just the two of us at the company, she sheepishly admitted that she had made a mistake with the data

. Her words made me like her a lot. Many women are stubborn; they won't admit they're wrong. My wife

is a prime example of this. If she's wrong and I don't have evidence, she won't just deny it, she'll find a way to turn

the tables on me. Even if I have evidence and witnesses, she'll still make a scene and cause a ruckus. Every time, I

end up begging for forgiveness and admitting my mistake.

After shooing the young man away, I comforted her in the gentlest tone, then offered to take her home. The company

's old address was right next to her apartment complex, but it had moved after a relocation, making it farther away. She was quiet in the car,

and I couldn't find anything to say. After a few minutes, she suddenly said she wanted to take a nap and asked me to wake her when we arrived. I

almost laughed out loud, and my lower body was painfully hard. I shifted my position a few times to hide the bulge—

actually, she had been watching my reaction out of the corner of her eye. Seeing my bulging pants, she

was She had already decided that if I hadn't harassed her that night, she would completely

confront me, her boss, and tell me to stop showing her any more attention or affection. She hadn't expected her boss to actually act like a pervert.

I slowed down, extremely nervous, imagining dozens of ways to assault her, even mentally rehearsing the steps of touching her breasts first and then

the rest . Actually, I was overthinking things, afraid she would suddenly wake up

and scold me. I didn't want to give up on my "boss" too quickly; after all, it was a role that allowed me to have real contact with her

. She was already "asleep" beside me. I surveyed the road and found an empty space, turning the car around

and parking under a willow tree by the roadside. There were many cars parked nearby, but it was so late, they were probably overnight cars.

As I parked, I noticed her hands, which were crossed over her lower abdomen, tighten slightly, but she didn't react. I turned off the engine

and turned to look at her profile in the moonlight. To be honest, I'm a very reserved and fake person. At work,

I almost never look at female employees' thighs or breasts; I'm very conscious of my image at the company. Plus, I'm

slightly nearsighted, so my impression of her was that she had big breasts and long legs.

I . She had a high nose bridge and a somewhat heroic look. If we were to compare looks,

my wife was prettier, but she won because of her exaggerated figure. The seatbelt was positioned diagonally between her

breasts , making them appear even more perky and full. Today, she was wearing tight

-fitting stretchy pants with a slightly flared style, and I could see the bulge at the edge of her underwear. I had masturbated in the bathroom that morning. I longed to bury

my face in her breasts and smell the sweet scent of a young woman's milk, but unfortunately, we hadn't

reached that point yet. I clenched my fists and noticed my hands were sweaty. Looking closely, I could see she was barely breathing,

inhaling very lightly and exhaling softly. This method of breathing was almost silent, but it also

indicated she wasn't asleep. I reached out and touched her ample breasts again, slipping my fingers through the gap in the clasp

. I didn't dare unbutton it; the price was too high, and I wanted to give her an excuse for not finding any evidence of harassment. She

was wearing a half-cup bra—it felt amazing! My fingers pressed against her soft breasts, feeling

goosebumps , further indicating her nervousness. Her hands were pressing hard against her lower abdomen; I was afraid she

would hurt herself. The gap in the clasp was too small; my large hand couldn't go in much. The key was that my fingers

couldn't slip inside the bra to tease her nipples. I didn't know if her nipples were hard, or if she

would feel pleasure from my touch. I had no idea. Since we couldn't take things further physically, I decided to increase the emotional

pressure . I deliberately acted all lovey-dovey (in my voice, she was asleep), then leaned close to her ear and kept

telling her how much I loved her, how much I dreamed about her every night. My words became increasingly

vulgar : "I really want to hold you every night while I sleep," "I'd like to sleep with my hands squeezing your big breasts," "I'd love

to have my cock inside your pussy, soaking until dawn..." I got excited and then stuck out my tongue to lick her

ear. She shuddered and twisted her body as if she was about to wake up. I immediately pulled back and started the car

again . She moved slightly but didn't wake up immediately. I was a little confused at the time, but after getting home

, I realized she was giving me a chance to drive back to the main road. That pretentious woman.

When I got home, my wife was already asleep. I immediately went to the study and opened QQ. She came online after a while. I

pretended to annoyed and asked her why she was so late, asking if she had gone to sleep with her boss. She first cursed at me

a few times as usual, then told me, quite mysteriously, that her boss had touched her again today. I pretended to be very "angry" and cursed

at her boss, but she actually comforted me instead. Then I asked her if it was different when a man touched her versus when she touched herself.

She stammered and nodded, saying it was definitely different. I almost ejaculated in front of the computer, and continued to ask her about her

physical reaction. She said that her boss only put a few fingers in and touched her breasts. She was so nervous, afraid that

her boss would find out she was pretending to be asleep, but the feeling was really different. She felt flustered, and there was a kind of indescribable

feeling traveled through her body with his fingers. I asked what her nipples felt like. She thought for a moment and said that her boss didn't touch them, probably

because he didn't dare to use too much force. Then she continued, saying that her nipples were actually itchy, and she really wanted her boss to touch them, wanting to see

what a particularly stimulating feeling it was. I was so frustrated; I was still too timid. I analyzed for her that her

frigidity wasn't too serious, and that it could be cured by letting strangers touch her more often. She didn't answer me, just...

I stared blankly at the computer for a while, then she suddenly asked me if all men like to say

vulgar things when they're doing something bad. I was startled and asked her what was wrong. She said that the boss had said a lot of vulgar things, very

similar to what I usually say on QQ. My scalp tingled; I knew I'd been too excited and unconsciously blurted

out the most common phrases and words in my head. I used my most powerful brainpower—the kind of brainpower a man uses to woo a woman—to dispel her

doubts, saying things like, "All men are pretty much the same," and "Vulgar language, just a few phrases, like 'dick,' 'slut.'" When

I asked her to imitate the boss's words for me, she started cursing at me again. I knew then that things had gotten out of hand. Phew,

thank goodness …

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